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Sleep

Sleep doesn’t beckon.Sleep is an undertow, gently dragging consciousness out to the deep ocean of dreams. Sleep floats on a bed of waves, rocking and…. rocking.Awake…..asleep…..awake…..asleep Breath draws deeply and sways rhythmically, BreatheSleep weighs down toes and fingertips, sinking limbs slowly. Heavy eyelids caress until undeniable, inevitable union The body is at the mercy of the depths of sleep.